Wouldn’t things here be more pleasant, if the good that’s in us all,
Were the only thing about us, that folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn’t life be lots more happy, if we’d praise the good we see.
For there’s SUCH A LOT OF GOODNESS, in the worst of you and me.
Wouldn’t we see a clear bright path in which to take a new journey,
If we could shed negativities strife, impacted in our learning.
Just to launch out into a big day full of great achievements,
Without our mind getting side tracked into bewilderment.
Shouldn’t life be “the best is yet to come” every day?
Life “IS” the best every day, if we strive to make it one.
So raise up your life, strive to make everyday the best that it can be,
For there’s SUCH A LOT OF GOODNESS, in the worst of you and me.
Gunnar Timothy
ORDINARY MIRACLES
Today…I wish you a day of ordinary miracles…fresh pot of coffee you didn’t have to make yourself.
An unexpected phone call from an old friend…Green stoplights on your way to work or shop.
I wish you a day of little things to rejoice in…The fastest line at the grocery store.
A good sing along song on the radio…Your keys right where you look!!…
Your favorite book in a book store, when you take your first glance!!…
The best sunset though the clouds in your favorite park after a hot day!
Yes Today…I wish for you that ORDINARY MIRACLES will bless you along your way!!
Gunnar Timothy
I’ll never forget the first time I heard this song
you sent it to me as an invitation and I said yes
to bad you didn’t make it to the train station…
every time I hear this song I dance and think of you.
Cause I would have gone with you, I was there but you never showed!
I write to you out of lack today
I come to you with nothing to say
I seem to come to this place
Thoughts I’d like to erase
Memories without a trace
Of dignity left inside me
And I wonder will I forever
be always seeking
never coming to the full
knowledge of anything
significant…
If I do
will I find
what lies behind
The hope that drives
me on
meaninglessness….
Will I have spent
all this time seeking
something that is
unattainable
grasping at ghosts…
Standing against
the very wind
that threatens
the very life
I cling to…
Realizing
grasping and clinging
is more desperation
to scoop up what’s
left of my dignity
Because I know
this only
perpetuates more
feverish dancing about
on the threshing floor
perhaps to glean
one stalk, one twig
of normalcy
What is normal?
Father he said to me. . .
I offer you this
he said
more of the same
more of the shame
more of the game
more of the name
more of the tame
lion that roars
fiercely inside
waiting to escape
captivity
“I’m not in a good place Father,” she said Where did you go child? Somewhere safe far away from human grasp far away from any place you know For I have gone where dreams are made Where the river of life flows freely Where flowers never die Fruit is abundant And peace is finally mine….
Oh said Father….. you’ve got quite and open wound, he said. You’re going to have to let this heal. Can’t you just cover it back up,? I asked. “No dear, you cannot put a bandage over open heart surgery, it must heal from the inside out.” he said.
Please Father can you tell me where do I find that one? The one that has all the answers?
I never told you I’m really sorry I’ve never told you how I wished I thought it through and I wish I knew so many things I now know Nevertheless, I can’t change a thing wouldn’t change a thing I lost my mind for a while and you found me mindless nearly out of mine and then
I was quiet~I just stopped thinking and started feeling again Thank you
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